I often sit and think of you wishing that you were here, remembering back in time of those most wonderful years!
We sometimes had it rough but you made things nice, wishing you could give more and your love was just fine.
Always there when we need you lending a helping hand, and a shoulder to cry on cause of those damn MEN!
You taught us about life all its ups and downs, hoping we’d go through it without many frowns.
Through the good and the bad you did what you could, giving us what we needed and making all feel good.
You’re a very special lady so please don’t ever forget who raised four beautiful daughters without any regrets.
I love you very much as I know you can see, and proud to be your daughter just as you are of me.
For the mom that you are who’s very dear to me, I wrote you this poem for everyone to see.
May “88” Roxanne
